The One He Never Held
Language: en
At 2:00 AM, the rustling beside me woke me. I saw Marcus’s brow tightly furrowed. I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you back? Did you have a fight with her?" He remained silent for a moment, then gave a slow nod. I sat up and offered a quiet word of comfort. "She’s young and spoiled. Just throwing a little tantrum. Buy her that bag or necklace she’s been eyeing tomorrow, and she’ll be fine." He stared at me, a deep, unreadable look in his eyes, but ultimately didn't say a word. I lay back down and fell asleep as peacefully as ever. Four years. It had taken four years to transform me from a…